A Touch of Rain

Sorry

“She said sorry too often. She apologised for apologising too much. She said sorry like it was a greeting. She apologised for everything that went wrong, because she labelled herself a disaster. She was sorry for not being good enough, because no one ever told her she was good enough. No one ever told her that she was something more than the mess inside her head and the tsunami inside her heart. So all she learned was to apologise for every single breath that she took.”

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